Father, The Beast.

Write By: Prih Suharto

Translated by: Vaynard

I've always managed to forbid my father to come to school: take, pick up, or for other purposes. Of course I did not outright ban. I have my ways so I do not feel I forbid him to school. Like a report card-making season the day before yesterday, for example.

"Mom, you are taking my report card isn’t it, Father Look tired, "I said at the time.
"But tomorrow is not it Saturday, Father's day off, not going anywhere. "
"Every day father's always work, just off Saturday and Sunday. So, Saturday and Sunday is the turn of father to rest at home, reading, watching television, or watering the flowers. Relax, Dad. Guaranteed, my report card just cool," I said trying to 'ban' father to school.

"Okay," replied my father with a distinctive style.
"Yes!" I cried, silently, but with a clenched my fists.
Sometimes I feel guilty because it is often prevented him to school. But, what should I do? If my dad going to school, all my friends would know my father did not look cool like their father. Not because he could not dress up, but because my father is never attractive, both the face and posture. It's not handsome, skinny, too.

I cannot believe how beautiful my mother can marry with my father ... ah; I do not have the heart to call it. Mom and Dad are quite different. Like the sky and the gutter, so the term father each said the difference he and Mother-of course with joking tone. Heaven and earth have been much, much less than the gutter, which lies lower than the surface of the earth.

My mother have a white skin, clean, no stain whatsoever. It was as if my mother drank coffee, the coffee will seem out of his mouth into the stomach through the beautiful neck. In otherwise, my daddy leather is black. It's black; lots of islands (island here its mean scar).
"This fall marks the time chasing kites, which was rammed the bike, which is subject to firecrackers, which is poked duck, which is ..." said the father pointed to a map of the island on his feet and explained how the islands were obtained.
My father explained it happily. It is as if the islands in the legs are a beautiful thing and should be proud of.

"Dad tacky, ugh!"
Dad laughed. Which makes more upset, my mother also laughed.
"You know, besides the foot with a thousand islands, the father also had another great gift from God. The gift is the face and my skin "
My mouth dropped open, eyes bulging. But Daddy was laughing uproariously.

"You know what his mean," asked my mother to intervene.
I shook my head. With The style of made-up, my mother explained.

"His face is a gift from God. Dad's been like this since the baby. Indeed, the father could face plastic surgery so it looks handsome. Unfortunately my father is not rich. If rich too Dad did not want plastic surgery. Better to face dad stays like this than Father had to collect used plastic buckets and bags and took her to the doctor for operating capital Dad’s face. Maybe the used plastics earlier will melt if in the sun. Hiii, spooky ...”

Mom and Dad laugh. It sucks. Huh!
"If my dad should not be in the sun, how can we live? Daddy's is a postman. Every day should sunbathe here and there to deliver the letter. From the work that my father got the money that we use for all sorts: from daily meals, buy clothes, pay electricity, pay for school, and much more ...”my mother said to continue.
Deg! I felt my breath shortness. And my eyes felt so hot. Suddenly I just bumped into him, hugging, and kissing him. In between tears, I can only say:

"Forgive Cantika, Daddy ..."
Yes, Mom was right. Every day Father sunbathes deliver the letter. Although he was covered with a jacket, father skin still black. From the black skin was sunburned who knows how many liters of sweat trickling down. That’s Sweat is what makes me able to continue school. So then, what is the reason for not proud of my own father, who has worked hard for me, his son.

"Well, what's this?" Dad said with an accepted my arms.
"Cantika, Cantika ... dad feel very proud could get together with you all, beautiful maidens. This gift of God is very great. God has arranged it all. Father, ugly is coupled with a sweet mother-gorgeous-beautiful. If we both are ugly, ho ho ho, how Dad could fix the descent. Maybe your face will look like a boxes" still he tried to make me Laugh.

Note:

Do not judge people by looks, not necessarily all that looks good on the Outside is not necessarily have a good heart too. Mutual respect and appreciation, especially to your parents, they strive to give the best for their children.

Do not forget to continue reading the story that is as exciting, 

I hope it can accompany you to end this day, sleep tight and good night ^_^


still can not sleep? This story might make you sleep, read another fable
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